The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 36
-Billie's POV-
I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I locked it. I didn't know how to feel. I'm depressed, mad, and just... Oh, I don't know. I sat on my bed and sipped my coffee.
"Why? Why must I go through all this!?" I shouted to the ceiling, up to heavens. I had tears running down my face. "First you take dad! What? Now you want my daughter!? WELL, YOU CAN'T HAVE HER!!" I screamed.
I threw my coffee cup at the wall, and it shattered. Coffee stung my face. "FUCK!!" I screamed. I wiped it off my face and started to cry. "Why?!" I screamed. "WHY ME!?"
I fell to a heap on the floor, and cried. I heard a faint knock on the door. "Go away!" I shouted. "Just go away," I whispered. "Leave me alone, and never show your ugly face again." I realized I wasn't talking to the preson at the door, but to fate. To my daughter's awaiting fate. I didn't want her to die. Not now, not ever. "It was just a dream," I whispered to myself. "Nothing but a dream." That's only what part of me said. The other part was trying to take over.
I suddenly heard a voice in my head. "Your dad is trying to tell you something," It whispered. "He wants your daughter. He wants her to join him."
"SHUT UP!" I screamed, cupping my hands over my ears. The door knob started jiggling. "MY DAD LOVES ME!"
"Dad?!" I heard someone shout. I looked up, crying.
"Where is it coming from?" I asked hysterically. "WHERE!?"
"DAD!" she shouted. "MIKE!" I heard footsteps. "Mike! He's screaming and I don't know what's wrong!"
"Billie?" I heard another person ask.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?" I screamed. "WHAT?!" Someone was trying to break the door down.
"BILLIE!" they shouted.
"Where are the voices coming from?" I whispered. "Where?" I looked around. "Where? Where? Where!?" I curled up into ball. "Just go away. Just make them go away." The door flew open.
"DAD!" She screamed. She ran into the room and fell down beside me. She shook me. "Dad!?" I winced.
"What!? Go away! You can't have her!" She was crying.
"Dad? What's the matter with you?"
"NO! STAY AWAY!" She got up and backed away. Mike looked at me.
"Billie? What the hell is wrong with you?" I just layed there and cried. "Billie?" He tried to touch me. I heard the voice again.
"What's the matter, Billie Joe? You don't want the bad guys to take your precious baby?" I grabbed my ears and shut my eyes tight.
"I'm not listening. I'm not listening," I whispered.
"I know you can hear me, Billie."
"Not listening. I'm not listening."
"You know you want to talk to me, Billie."
"NO! I'm not listening. I'm not LISTENING TO YOU! JUST GO AWAY!"
"He's gone insane!" Mike shouted. He grabbed Sara and started running out the door.
"He's taking her!" the voice hissed in my ear. I opened my eyes, and took my hands off of my ears.
"What?" I whispered.
"They're getting AWAY! He has your daughter!" it said.
"NO!" I shouted. I stood up. Mike stopped. I stared at him, my eyes red with rage.
"Billie? What's wrong?"
"Let her go." I said warningly. Mike shook his head.
"You've gone off the deep end." He started pulling her down the hall.
"LET HER GO!" I screamed, charging after him. I ripped her from his hands.
"BILLIE! Don't you dare hurt her!" he screamed at me. I froze, my eyes glued to his. I let go of my daughter and slowly walked towards him.
"You're trying to take her from me." Mike started slowly backing away. "You're trying to bring her with you." Mike looked horrified. "Well, you can't take her. She's mine! DO YOU HEAR ME!? MINE!" I charged at him.
He yelped and ran out of the way. My eyes went wide as I found myself falling down the stairs. Pain shot through my body as I went down stair by stair. I finally reached the bottom. I couldn't move. "You..... You can't take her..... No.... Don't," I stuttered.
I saw a blurry image of someone running down the stairs after me. My eyelids went heavy, and they closed.
I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I locked it. I didn't know how to feel. I'm depressed, mad, and just... Oh, I don't know. I sat on my bed and sipped my coffee.
"Why? Why must I go through all this!?" I shouted to the ceiling, up to heavens. I had tears running down my face. "First you take dad! What? Now you want my daughter!? WELL, YOU CAN'T HAVE HER!!" I screamed.
I threw my coffee cup at the wall, and it shattered. Coffee stung my face. "FUCK!!" I screamed. I wiped it off my face and started to cry. "Why?!" I screamed. "WHY ME!?"
I fell to a heap on the floor, and cried. I heard a faint knock on the door. "Go away!" I shouted. "Just go away," I whispered. "Leave me alone, and never show your ugly face again." I realized I wasn't talking to the preson at the door, but to fate. To my daughter's awaiting fate. I didn't want her to die. Not now, not ever. "It was just a dream," I whispered to myself. "Nothing but a dream." That's only what part of me said. The other part was trying to take over.
I suddenly heard a voice in my head. "Your dad is trying to tell you something," It whispered. "He wants your daughter. He wants her to join him."
"SHUT UP!" I screamed, cupping my hands over my ears. The door knob started jiggling. "MY DAD LOVES ME!"
"Dad?!" I heard someone shout. I looked up, crying.
"Where is it coming from?" I asked hysterically. "WHERE!?"
"DAD!" she shouted. "MIKE!" I heard footsteps. "Mike! He's screaming and I don't know what's wrong!"
"Billie?" I heard another person ask.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?" I screamed. "WHAT?!" Someone was trying to break the door down.
"BILLIE!" they shouted.
"Where are the voices coming from?" I whispered. "Where?" I looked around. "Where? Where? Where!?" I curled up into ball. "Just go away. Just make them go away." The door flew open.
"DAD!" She screamed. She ran into the room and fell down beside me. She shook me. "Dad!?" I winced.
"What!? Go away! You can't have her!" She was crying.
"Dad? What's the matter with you?"
"NO! STAY AWAY!" She got up and backed away. Mike looked at me.
"Billie? What the hell is wrong with you?" I just layed there and cried. "Billie?" He tried to touch me. I heard the voice again.
"What's the matter, Billie Joe? You don't want the bad guys to take your precious baby?" I grabbed my ears and shut my eyes tight.
"I'm not listening. I'm not listening," I whispered.
"I know you can hear me, Billie."
"Not listening. I'm not listening."
"You know you want to talk to me, Billie."
"NO! I'm not listening. I'm not LISTENING TO YOU! JUST GO AWAY!"
"He's gone insane!" Mike shouted. He grabbed Sara and started running out the door.
"He's taking her!" the voice hissed in my ear. I opened my eyes, and took my hands off of my ears.
"What?" I whispered.
"They're getting AWAY! He has your daughter!" it said.
"NO!" I shouted. I stood up. Mike stopped. I stared at him, my eyes red with rage.
"Billie? What's wrong?"
"Let her go." I said warningly. Mike shook his head.
"You've gone off the deep end." He started pulling her down the hall.
"LET HER GO!" I screamed, charging after him. I ripped her from his hands.
"BILLIE! Don't you dare hurt her!" he screamed at me. I froze, my eyes glued to his. I let go of my daughter and slowly walked towards him.
"You're trying to take her from me." Mike started slowly backing away. "You're trying to bring her with you." Mike looked horrified. "Well, you can't take her. She's mine! DO YOU HEAR ME!? MINE!" I charged at him.
He yelped and ran out of the way. My eyes went wide as I found myself falling down the stairs. Pain shot through my body as I went down stair by stair. I finally reached the bottom. I couldn't move. "You..... You can't take her..... No.... Don't," I stuttered.
I saw a blurry image of someone running down the stairs after me. My eyelids went heavy, and they closed.
